April 21, 2010

He had 2 children,Peggy and Matthew. At restaurants, Peggy had "a double portion of shrimp cocktail, dessert, and milk, with a pickle on the side, if available," while Matthew ate "lamb chops, almost exclusively."

He didn't like us too much: "Murder in my heart, daily, hourly, incessantly, and you ask if I feel as nasty as ever about planetary affairs. … How ready this wretched planet is for the bomb or more Nancy Reagan."

Imagine having such a troubled relationship with other people that you fixated on the idea of a nuclear war that would end it all, not just for you, but for everyone.

IN THE COMMENTS: Seven Machos says:

If you really want to hear about it, the first thing you'll probably want to know is what my kids like to eat at restaurants and what my lousy view of the world is like, and how I am occupied with thoughts of murder, and all that John Wayne Gacy kind of crap, but I don't feel like going into it, if you want to know the truth.

41 comments:

If you really want to hear about it, the first thing you'll probably want to know is what my kids like to eat at restaurants and what my lousy view of the world is like, and how I am occupied with thoughts of murder, and all that John Wayne Gacy kind of crap, but I don't feel like going into it, if you want to know the truth.

Wow. What a tool. I can just picture him and Ezra Pound sitting next to each other up there in Heaven, and a two-hundred-mile radius circle around them where nobody ever goes...

Oh, there are plenty of people inside that radius. Kept there by patrolling angels with swords. Sometimes they try setting themselves on fire to escape, so the whole circle is full of flames and smoke.

Come on! Good Grief, comparing Pound to J.D. Salinger?! Pound wrote some great poetry, helped some great writers, wrote some good books like "ABC of Reading". Yeah, he went a little funny in the head, and supported Mussolini. BUT to compare him to a 2nd rate novelist who wrote for teenage baby boomers is a little unfair.

You might as well compare Yeats to John Lennon.

BTW, its been reveled that Hemingway offered the KGB his services. Guess Papa had a reason to be paranoid about the FBI. But he was still a great writer.

Neil Diamond was a big fan of Salinger's. He wrote a musical version of Catcher in the Rye. He never expected it to be produced, but now the children are in discussion with him about the project. There's some uncertainty over which Jonas Brother is right for the part of Holden, but after that kink is ironed out, the project will go forward. The children are absolutely delighted and hope that Neil Diamond does to Daddy what Cecil B. Demille did to the Bible.

Yeah, a few good poems always makes up for the sins of treason and supporting Fascists.

Ezra Pound shoud have been shot, along with all the other literary "greats", and artistes who supported the Axis.

Then again, most dictators usually start out as artistes, so I guess that's why there's never a shortage of willing artistic douches to support their causes. After all, Mussolini fancied himself a decent playwright, didn't he?

Cobaine - Sometimes I feel as if I should have a punch-in time clock before I walk out on stage. I've tried everything within my power to appreciate it (and I do,God, believe me I do, but it's not enough).

JD's Coping mechanism.. The trick is to use the disbeliefs in the work, not to shy away from them, and that seems to me what we both must do. I mean something much more complicated and subtle than that, but I’ll let it stand.

Poor Salinger, tormented and alienated by the bitterness and disillusionment he "stewed" in for all those years. And what a horrible betrayal, all because he refused to sign a book for this "friend?" It's sad he lost the sunshine and confided so much in someone he shouldn't have trusted. It seems this guy prompted Salinger's correspondence, too, so it's no surprise that this confidante didn't turn over his own side of the years-long conversation in these letters. I hope the man got a good penny for these letters because he clearly sold his soul.

And Lem, Cobain's death is still such a sad thing when I think about it. He had such unique way of making repetitive music and simple lyrics say so much. For some artists, fame is the worst kind of torture.